Traveling through ancient times to survive

The villagers in Dashan Village have food and drink at home, and can even light a brazier when it is too cold, but they are unaware that the town and county are already in mourning.

Very few people living in towns and counties had charcoal stored in their homes, and countless people froze to death the moment the cold wave hit.

Those who were lucky enough to survive chopped wooden furniture such as cabinets and beds in their homes into firewood for heating, but this could only slightly delay the pace of death.

In the empty house, the brazier in the middle had long been extinguished, with frost covering the black ashes. In front of the brazier, several human corpses were sitting, hugging each other tightly, their bodies covered with ice, like a lifelike ice sculpture.

During the first period of snow, some clever people used wooden boards as a means of transportation. They stood on the boards and slid with sticks.

People who saw it followed suit. More and more skiers gathered together, forming a strange team on the snow, skiing towards the charcoal shop.

Apart from the plank team, some families really couldn't find any planks and had to walk, dragging their heavy bodies and trudging through the snow.

The owner of the charcoal shop closed the door tightly and refused to come out. Waves of pleading voices could be heard from outside.

"Boss, please be kind. My elderly and children are almost freezing to death. Can you open the door and sell some charcoal? We will pay you."

"Boss, please, we don't want it for nothing."

The crowd outside the square kept gathering, praying, but the people inside were indifferent. Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and cursed.

"Bah! Damn boss! You are so evil! You won't open the door, right? Brothers, break it down!"

"That's right! The boss has no heart at all! It's no use kneeling here until our knees are broken. If he doesn't give us a way to live, don't blame us for being rude! Everyone, smash it with me!"

The manager inside the door was pacing back and forth with a terrified expression on his face. Two servants followed him around like headless flies. The real owner of the charcoal shop had already sent a letter, saying that all the charcoal in the shop had to be transported back to the owner's home. He didn't dare to open the door at all.

Now the crowd outside was getting very angry and had started banging on the door. The door bolt, which was as thick as an adult's thigh, was shaking and creaking violently.

The steward looked hesitant. If the gang of unruly people outside rushed in, he would be in trouble. Moreover, the charcoal was stolen. Even if he could return alive, his master would not forgive him. The world was about to be in chaos. He could not stay here and wait for death. He had better run away.

The manager finally made up his mind to run away: "The people outside are crazy. If we stay here, we will be beaten to death. Let's all run!"

After saying that, the manager picked up two bags of charcoal and fled from another exit in the backyard. The two men followed him in panic.

Not long after the three escaped, the door was knocked open and the crowd rushed in. The people who entered first grabbed the most charcoal. A few smart people secretly retreated with a few bags of charcoal, but more people were greedy and continued to loot.

The people who came later couldn't find enough charcoal, so they targeted the people in front. In the chaos, a young man hit an old man on the back of the head with a stick, and the old man fell to the ground. The young man's eyes turned red, and he snatched the bag from the old man's arms and ran away.

The crowd was silent for a moment, then exploded. Someone took the lead, and the people behind were encouraged. They tore off the last layer of concerns in their hearts and stared straight at the person with the charcoal in his hand. The person being stared at looked alert and slowly retreated. The two groups confronted each other.

No one knew who started the fight first, but everyone started fighting. By the time the owner of the charcoal shop sent people to transport the charcoal, all the charcoal had been looted, leaving only a few corpses and a mess on the ground.

The charcoal shop was robbed, the evil in people's hearts was released, and some people no longer had any scruples.

The civilian area in the west of the city was in complete chaos. The doors of the shops on the main street were removed and carried away. A small amount of food was left on the ground in the grain shop, which was so dirty from being trampled on that it was unrecognizable. The counters were also chopped and looted.

Cloth shops and drug stores were also the hardest hit by the looting, with only empty walls left in the entire store.

The county magistrate has reduced the number of personnel to protect the east of the city. Every wealthy household in the north of the city has a guard. No one has come to confront them head-on for the time being. The masters have gloomy faces, and the servants in the mansions are constantly patrolling. The air is filled with a tense atmosphere.

Some daring people took advantage of the situation and recruited soldiers to form gangs. Before the bosses could continue burning, killing, looting and expanding their businesses, heavy snow fell again, completely covering the doors of the houses. The people in the houses were separated into isolated islands and unable to communicate with the outside world.

The civilians escaped being robbed, but the supplies in their houses were running out and could not be replenished, so most of them could only wait to die in despair.

Those who were frozen to death first suffered the least, while those who survived had to endure hunger and mental torture.

Supplies were decreasing day by day, and many people were counting down the time to survive while waiting for death to come. Many of them suffered mental breakdowns and went crazy.

Some people commit suicide because they have to live with the corpses of their loved ones every day, unable to find relief. Some people eat the remains of their loved ones in order to survive, and their movements become stiff and numb.

After a snowstorm, the county suffered heavy casualties, with only one in ten people surviving. The loss of people was greatest in the west of the city. The houses buried in the snow became tombs of their owners, and the roofs that were exposed above the snow became tombstones.

The people in Dashan Village were much luckier. Every household had enough food, and the most important firewood had been prepared in advance. Every household had stored a lot of firewood. It was only on that night when the temperature dropped sharply that they were caught off guard and the most people froze to death.

After that, continuous snowstorms killed some weak people. The ice and snow outside blocked the doors, and the villagers could only move the bodies into the empty rooms for temporary placement.

Zhao Deyan had frostbite on his face, hands and feet. His hands and feet were itchy and he couldn't help jumping around.

Zhao Qing slapped his head and wondered why he forgot to buy frostbite medicine.

She dug out a clean porcelain bottle from the cellar, bought a recovery pill from the mall, crushed it, and poured it into the bottle.

"Stop scratching. Here is medicine. Use it first."

Zhao Deyan rushed over excitedly, but Zhao Qing dodged and threw the porcelain bottle into Zhao Deyan's arms. Zhao Deyan carefully opened the lid and sprinkled the powder on the red and swollen area of ​​his hand.

After a while, Zhao Deyan exclaimed: "Wow, this medicine really works! My hands don't itch anymore!"

Zhao Chengchuan snatched the bottle of medicine. In fact, except for Zhao Qing, all the family members were more or less frostbitten. He handed the medicine to Wang Mei. Wang Mei raised the corners of her mouth and applied the medicine to Zhao Dezhang first.

The family members took the medicine one by one and lay on the bed with comfortable expressions.

"Big sister, you are so foresighted that you even prepared frostbite medicine."

"Please use it sparingly. This is the only bottle."

"Don't worry, the effect is so good, who would want to waste it?"

When the snow line was almost flush with the courtyard wall, the flying snowflakes finally stopped. After that, it was sunny for three consecutive days, and people finally believed that the snow had really stopped.

Zhao Deyan was howling in the yard, while Zhao Dezhang was clapping his hands and shouting excitedly. Li Heng from the next yard finally decided to come out and move around.

The long-lost sunshine shone on Li Heng who was wearing a cloak. The skin on his face was white and transparent. It was obvious that Li Wu took good care of him. The clothes on his body were thick but not bulky. His back was straight, and he seemed to be ascending to heaven under the light. Zhao Qing was stunned for a rare moment.